Pollution, from various dubious sources.

So, as I was stumbling home yesterday, trying my best to avoid puddles of water and rain from entering my sore sore eye, I overheard this conversation between this mother and a young son, like about 2 or 3yrs - which was quite common in the first place, to begin with, if you happen to live in a HDB flat with common void decks.

Son: *refuses to open his mouth*
Mother: Open your mouth!
Son: *refuses to budge*
Mother: You better eat ah!! If not police come and catch you!!

That reminded me of the younger days when my mom would always stuff food into my mouth, unknowingly and very very randomly. HAHAHA. Anyway, I'm going off track. The thing was, when that scene was playing right infront of my eyes, I was actually thinking of another possible scenario, if I happen to rule the world, or a country.

Son: *refuses to open his mouth*
Mother: Open your mouth!
Son: *refuses to budge*
Mother: You better eat ah!! If not i send you to a JC then you know!!

k lah k lah, as you all can clearly see that I'm being really anal about school and this major dragondemonlucifersatanmrsphayjc1disciplinemasterschool thing called the A levels. But seriously, I totally hate it when people say "Ahyah, this one you brought it upon yourself what, who ask you to choose jc, when you're good enough to enter a poly?"

C'mon man, SR was mine 9th choice. To put it crudely, Imma poly reject. wootx

So I suggest you better shut your gap before I stuff it with seaweeds from sentosa island. And speaking of sentosa, peoplecouples should never go there and attempt to bop up and down in the water, it's wrong. Innocent people like me and my friends are actually suffering from this negative externality that you couples have failed to recognise. I mean, hello? do you want to play in sperm-infected water? No ah, thank you. Singapore's seasides are in a bad condition already, with your adding of 'spices' and 'herbs', it's not helping, brother. And not that swimming pools are of a better choice because they contain a high percentage of chlorine, therefore able to disinfect. In general, bopping up and down and doing unorthodox stuff under waters is really very unorthodox.

Tsk, grown up stuff. Abstinence pls. (deb, go show your power)

I'm like super pissed off with everything, to the extent that I get so disgusted seeing myself in the mirror and those extra flabs are not helping at all. Everybody I see are evil and they're up to no good. I wanted to give the finger to this J1 girl who was apparently skinny, yet blocking up the entire stairway. And she freaking got the flesh to 'tsk' me and look away when I glared at her, for blocking the way and the 'tsk'. I felt like slapping one of my friend's face because she was smiling non-stop and refused to let me speak - always cutting my sentence up and gets back to me by saying "what you say just now ah?" And another who always claim to know me so well. And this other shit who apparently 'forgot' about me and now, trying her best to compensate back, AT THE WRONG TIME when I'm studying for fucked up A's. And another who goes on and on about her poor life that her mom got her a gucci bag instead of a prada, which she apparently wanted. I get so freaking irritated with myself whenever I see myself using the computer for unorthodox purposes when I should be doing some serious business like printing coloured images for art - which I don't understand why should I be printing pictures in colour when by right I should receive them IN COLOUR and not freaking black and white. I know black and white is really cool and arty farty and nostalgic at the same time but then again, not that I have alot of time to analyse how many dots to represent what colour and all those bull crap. Then then then again, why can't the freaking cheapo school just print all our notes in colour? Hello? I didn't run like mad during nike run, and in the first place, didn't participate it for fun. You got the 10k and may I have a teeny wheeny bit of it by having these fucked up notes in colour!? I know, you're saving the money for the future, but spare a thought for us NOW, like now. It might be raining soon, but it's freaking storming down here. Stupid irritating J1's are having their hardcore project work right now and they're screaming and shouting at every area possible. SAC, supposedly Student's Activity Centre has been sooooo active to the extent that there are Screams And Chats everywhere. Studying area outside the library are in a total chaotic scene. You see guys sleeping around, showing off their coin slot or their cheapo 2 for 10 bucks boxer. The library has officially turned into a pig farm of the night where people go in there to sleep, amidst those dead pigs, you get to see a minimal number of khaki panters/skirters studying (that's if they're lucky). Khaki skirters like me who enter the school at about 9plus 10 have no seats to study because according to the law, animals have rights and they deserve a place to sleep - which brings about the question WHY ARE THERE ROOMS BUILT, BUT THEN NOT OPEN FOR STUDY?! What ruby room, gold room jade room, all crap. Teachers have meetings there. Students have classes there but it's not a place for us to study!! Cos they're forever locked. Yup, they look awesome empty, awesome I tell you. The computer room is another disaster - I don't even dare to open the door for the overwhelming noise wave might just deafen me.

And I really hope that my mom could be more understanding in terms of me sleeping late to study. She tells the entire block that I always stay up late to use the computer and chat online and do unorthodox stuff, even the woman at the massage parlor, and the hairdresser and my sister and brother. She tells my brother that I go out late everyday and come back in the wee hours of the morning - when I only go out a maximum of twice a month, with the clique for birthday celebrations. I should be a total bitch and an ultimate cold blanket like when the clock strikes 7, I'll leave, if not my mother will call the police.

"Oh, by the way, happy advanced of 4 hours birthday! I gotta go! Ciao!"

I'm getting so fucking irritated with my hair and everything that gets in my way to the extent that I feel like shaving my fringe so that I'll have NO FRINGE AT ALL for me to worry about. I ALMOST fucking exploded on my Dad when he asked if I would like a cup coffee or not - like what the fuck is wrong with me man. What the fuck is wrong with me.

I'm just a kid and life is a nightmare (all the xiao lianxzsxs like the end of their posts like that right) or
nobody cares about me anymore...

awww. _|_

I feel like punching something/someone, hug a person and fucking wail out loudly.

I want to sign on with the army, blog on weekends and scold vulgarites and claim "My army buddies taught me that. HAH!" im fucking kidding la.

Irreplaceable.

Hi,

So I did go for the celebration last night (thank God I did) at the expense of of tissue paper which was running out at an increasing rate. I'm kinda lazy to upload Clint's photo, but I guess not, for it wasn't a really happy day for him as Jannie wasn't there and Car left halfway to drink with her friends. I guess no matter how great and expensive was the present that we bought for him, without a special someone, the present is nothing. But it was her choice, and I'm proud of the fact that she accounted for her actions, though her presence there would definitely better than the account. But oh well. For the other, I don't know. I'm as speechless as you 7 boys.

Now, I'm paying for the crazy night I had last night. I've received fever and flu from God, probably a punishment for enjoying the shit out of myself and even had the intention to drink. But Mat didn't really allow. Cos he knows that my Mom would probably freaked out and I won't be able to chill out late anymore. I think I can hold my liquor well leh - not that I've tried before, but I think I know where to stop. Moreover, I think the maximum those guys will allow would probably be a cup? No - probably not. The last time we played some drinking games with alcohol as the forfeit, Mathew drank for me. GAH I FEEL LIKE A LOSER NOW. (At least I don't drink when I'm hungry and let myself starve to death, youknow youknow.) Let's just wait till I'm 18(which isn't very far away) and we'll speak about such stuff again.

So I'm frigging sick - with every intention to pon because I can't be bothered. But I'll still complete my homework, considering the fact that I should be responsible and yadayadaalltheshitstuffaboutmoralsandvalueswouldgohere.

This is my friend, Yup, he's usually this spastic but I love it when he plays the drums. HAH!

Okay, so, I'm hungry.

Jagung.

Yay, I just finished printing art.

Keyword: PRINTING. Which means it's not done yet. Very exciting.

I hope I'll make it through tomorrow and come back to blog about my econs escapades alive. I need all your blessings, SIGHS.

SRJC ALL 4 UUUU

I'm a true SrJcian.


Do you have 10cents?
why?
I want to make a phonecall to my mom, telling her that I found the one. (:

AWWWWWWWWWWWW~.

Hi Miss Tan

So Miss Tan publicly announced to the whole class that she read my blog, and probably, I think, she read a rather angsty post of mine. (then again, which post isn't angsty? SIGHS)

I think it's the post where I ranted about friends who don't take art and kept saying art is a easy subject, and teachers complaining to us about marking is more tiring yada yada. Sighs, of all posts. But then again, it's really okay, for teachers to read blogs (if you're not doing anything wrong/illegal that is,), since the principal, also read our blogs.

As much as I don't want to admit, I suddenly felt very vulnerable and exposed when Ms Tan said that because this blog serves as a medium for me to really rant every displeasure I have in my life(so called "LIFE"). So now, it's like Ms Tan's not only in school, but she's also around in the virtual world, which I happen to find it quite interesting and happening - in a good way - Mother surfs the net! So she probably saw my other side - the bitching and swearing and angsty side of me, which I think, in the entire teaching staff, only 1 knows about it. (maybe the bitching part) HAHAH. Also, it was at that moment that all eyes turned and stared at me, probably waiting for my reaction, but I gave none - probably too traumatised by the results. *shudders*

I think I need compliments once in awhile. Too much thrashing does no good.

Getting back of results, which are all equally bad, but differently handled by teachers, allows me to compare and contrast some of the teachers - which was quite unexpected.

and A4 has graciously snatched the 0%tage pass in econs back to our hands again. NOT well done.

Anyway, I'm rather determined to start a new lifestyle - that is staying back in school to study. There's too many distractions at home. Infact, the word "home'' is already a distraction. There's the bed behind me, which is constantly calling out to me, the fridge, which is always begged to be opened, the computer, which begs to sing some songs and the tv, which begs to display some cartoons of my choice. And due to the fact that I am a rather soft-hearted person (HAHAHAHAHAHAH), I relented and it was the end. Thank you.

I stayed back at school today, supposedly alone. Along came Ada, then Cynthia. HAHAHAH. Classic I tell you. Cynthia is another joke - she needs a crash course on how to pin hair.

(i just received a wonderful news that math test has been postponed. which means, i can go to bed now)

Till then people. (:

This is from my point of view.

Things to prepare yourself if you're intending to enter JC/tertiary system:

- stress ball
- a private blog
- a spare clock
- a computer
- track shoes
- fists
- a colour printer
- with loads of ink refills
- pens
- with loads of pen refills
- papers
- money

Now that I know how to do my econs questions with all the research that I've done on the net, I don't feel like doing it anymore cos the challenging part isn't there, which means there will be no thrills and I can't witness myself plucking and pulling out all the hair on my head for a while.

I reallly neeeed money to buy some necessary stuff for school, like foolscap, pens, another college tee, fbts, beach touch, notes, printing of a 60 page book... yadayada......... working is out of the question because I barely have the time to sleep and complete my homework and it will just tire me out further.

I think I know what to dooooooooooooooooooo. i'll bring food from home/not eat......... i can diet and get the stuff that I want at the same time tooooooooo..... I reallly wanna be less than 50kg..... 50kg, in fact sounds fat already. GAH GAH GAH I SHALL SHUT UP I THINK IM EATING TOO MUCH AIR GAH GAH GAH GAH.

bye and remember to do your homework and the weird gp mock exam on next sat. heh.

Triangles.

I've been using the computer so much for art to the extent that I could just merge together with my beloved computer and call it the 'Compunette','Windows Pistachios'

And to all creatures out there who think A level art is easier than your whatever gu niang subjects your're taking instead of art, get a life if not I'll end your life. IT'S SO NOT EASIER. It's either on par, or even worse than your subjects. Yes, we have to do trigger notes too, having in mind that we have the THEORY BASED part of our Art history. Yes, we have to spend time too, MORE TIME to be exact as we have both practical and theory to face. We have to memorise dates too, like when this artist was born, when he turned gay or when did he started to change his art and when he died. Yes, there is a SPECIFIC date for all these. There are names of places, like where did they study and lived, and names of other people that influenced them and name of their artworks. Bearing in mind that we have to analyse the artwork, the textures, brush strokes, colour, yadayada. We also have to memorise the POD AND EOD.

Save your comments, such as "Woah, luckily I never take art if not sure cmi" because it's ain't helping and I'm really not interested whether your luck is good or what because that's entirely your business, not mine.

In conclusion, keep your comments to yourself because we only accept constructive criticisms. IF you want to compare, please face the wall and talk to it instead. kthx

And I don't understand why teachers always say that marking 300 over scripts is actually more tiring than us studying. While they are marking 200 over scripts with a certain academic boundary, and we're studying for like 5 different subjects, not closely related. Aren't they like just doing the same thing over and over again? Maybe for the essays part, it might be more tiring because the answers are not fixed and students have the choice to choose the questions that they prefer. But still, it's quite predictable, afterall, students doing the same question would have similar answers right? But we students have to study 5 differents subjects, twisting and flipping our brains so that we can change to adapt to the type of questions set to us.

I know, it's all about training us for the future. *sighs. But at least, stop saying that marking is much more tiring than studying because it makes me feel like a loser at times. Like teaching is the worse career(though i don't disagree), and studying is nuts. because, for us, now studying is not nuts, it's a huge plate of main course.

Show some care and understanding please.

Okay, photoshop is calling me. And econs is making an appointment with me tomorrow. WHAT ABOUT RUGBY!? GAH. Can't wait for all these to end and I'll be burning all these paper for fun during the next mid autumn festival which I missed for the past 2 years due to studying.

As much as I hate to say this to myself, school is way more important than rugby. and in order to play rugby, I have to study.

*stabs self repeatedly at the chest area.